Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“Ugh, stop it,” I tell her.
Way too much information. I think I actually almost gag.
“You’re such a prude, Clay.” She snickers at me. “When you get good, it
gets amazing, but you need to get good first. Just get it over with.”
Images of Liv coming on my desk last night drift through my head, and I
smile to myself. I am good.
I slide the condom into the secret pocket inside the back of my leggings
and start running. Liv completes her set and sits up, stretching her arms over
her head.
She looked so beautiful last night. She looks so beautiful all the time.
What would she look like in a gown? With her hair on point and her makeup
done?
She sits alone, no friends around, without me next to her like I should be,
and I’m getting sick of it. She shouldn’t have to be alone.
Megan approaches her, the new girl Chloe at her side, and they talk to
Liv, and while Martelle pisses me off, I’m a little grateful. She introduces Liv
to the new girl, and Liv smiles, very different from the curtness she had
toward her when she caught us talking yesterday morning.
And the walls close in a little, watching them. Liv is going to realize she
deserves more, and she’ll have no trouble getting it. Megan wants her, and
I’m pretty sure Chloe isn’t straight either. Liv could pursue her. She’ll meet
other women at college, too.
Part of me wonders if Amy is right. Just get it over with. Maybe I need to
know for sure. Maybe I should just screw Callum, so I know for sure.
But I know I only want to do it in the hopes that I see something in him
that will save me from having to take the step I’m so afraid to take. In hopes
that I’m not in love with her, I don’t need to face anything, and I don’t need
to suffer when it’s time to leave her.
I don’t want him to touch me. My skin crawls just thinking about it.
Liv looks over, meeting my eyes, and with a glance to my friends, she
comes back to me and winks just covertly enough that only I notice.
I can’t hide my smile as a blush crosses my cheeks. I feel right again. The
weight of Amy’s awful words and the rubber in my back pocket are suddenly
forgotten.
“Liv’s leggings look just like the Michi ones you have,” I hear Krisjen
say.
I blink. “Huh?